Close to the Sun - Cotton Mather

High inside the mansion of the ancients

Blind to all the mysteries of creation

We were ensconced in a parlour with

The statue where it dons

Wedding gowns for a slumber

Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder

And close to the sun

I want you my love, but I feel destined for a different sort of medicine

I’ve got to transcribe what’s inside into these cylinders of Edison

Faces pressed against the window where

You feel the warmth of love

Waking up from a slumber

Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder

And close to the sun

I’m close to the sun

Sun

I’m going to rise above the pyramids

Just can’t see enough

I would try to say I love you, girl

But you missed that trendy stuff

We were ensconced in a parlour with

The statue where it dons

Wedding gowns for a slumber

Next to the wonder, backs to the thunder

And close to the sun

Close to the sun

Close to the sun

Close to the sun

Sun